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1     ).  B.  RICHARDSON 

hi  St..  N»w  fork. 


"'Tis  finished! — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died: 
"  'Tis  finished!" — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

'Tis  finished! — all  that  heaven  foretold 
By  prophets  in  the  days  of  old  ; 
And  truths  are  opened  to  our  view 
That  kings  and  prophets  never  knew. 

'Tis  finished! — Son  of  God,  Thy  power 
Hath  triumphed  in  this  awful  hour  ; 
And  yet  our  eyes  with  sorrow  see 
That  life  to  us  was  death  to  Thee. 

'Tis  finished! — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round; 
'Tis  finished! — let  the  triumph  rise, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 


Behold  the  Lamb  of  God! 
O/riiou  for  sinners  slain, 
Let  it  not  be  in  vain 

Thai  Thou  hast  died  : 
Thee  for  my  Saviour  let  me  take, 
My  only  refuge  let  me  make 

Thy  pierced  side. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God! 

Into  the  sacred  flood 

Of  Thy  most  precious  blood 

My  soul  I  cast  : 
Wash  me  and  make  me  clean  within. 
And  keep  me  pure  from  every  sin, 

Till  life  be  past. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God! 
All  hail,  incarnate  Word, 
Thou  everlasting  Lord, 

Saviour  most  blest ; 
Fill  us  with  love  that  never  faints, 
Grant  us  with  all  Thy  blessed  saints, 

Eternal  rest. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God! 
Worthy  is  He  alone, 
That  sitteth  on  the  throne 

Of  God  above  ; 
One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  days, 
One  with  the  Comforter  in  praise, 

All  light  and  love. 


Upon  the  Gospel's  sacred  pa. 

The  gathered  beams  of  ages  shine; 
And,  as  it  hastens,  every  age 

Hut  makes  its  brightness  more  divine. 

On  mightier  wing,  in  loftier  flight, 

From  year  to  year  does  knowledge  soar 

And,  as  it  soars,  the  (iospel  light 
Becomes  effulgent  more  and  more. 

More  glorious  still,  as  centuries  roll, 

New  regions  blest,  new  powers  unfurled, 

Expanding  with  the  expanding  soul, 
Its  radiance  shall  o'erflow  the  world,— 

Flow  to  restore,  but  not  destroy; 

As  when  the  cloudless  lamp  of  day 
Pours  out  its  floods  of  light  and  joy, 

And  sweeps  the  lingering  mist  away. 


"  It  is  the  theology  of  the  heart  that  invites  men 
Our  very  childhood  is  embalmed  in  sacred  tunes 
and  hymns.  Our  early  lives,  and  the  lives  of  our 
parents,  hang  in  the  atmosphere  of  sacred  song." 


Mary,   the  pure  and  lowly  maid,  the  favored  of 

the  Lord. 


.  tbc  blessed  Dayspring 
( !ometh  from  on  high  ; 

Now,  the  world's  Redeemer, 
To  her  aid,  draws  nigh  ; 

Bearer  of  the  tidings, 

From  the  throne  of  light, 

.  lowly  maiden, 
Speeds  an  angel  bright. 

In  the  chosen  daughter 

( )f  King  David's  line, 
Cod  fulfills  the  promise 

Of  King  Ahaz's  sign : 
Gabriel  hath  spoken  ; 

Mary  hath  believed  ; 
And,  behold  a  virgin 

Hath  a  Son  conceived. 

Though  He  take  our  nature 

Linked  to  low  estate, 
Though  He  stoop  to  suffer, 

Yet  shall  He  be  great; 
Though  His  crown  and  sceptre 

Be  of  thorn  and  reed, 
His  shall  be  the  kingdom 

Sworn  to  David's  Seed. 

Light  to  light  the  Gentiles 

Bending  at  His  throne; 
Glory  of  His  people. 

When  His  sway  they  own  ; 
He  shall  reign  forever, 

King  of  kings  confessed, 
And  all  tribes  and  kindreds 

Shall,  in  Him,  be  blest. 


I  lark!   what  mean  those  holy  voices 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 

Lo !  the  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Heavenly  alleluias  rise. 

Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy — 

"Glory  in  the  highest,  glory! 
(ilory  be  to  God  most  high! 

"Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found; 

Souls  redeemed  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

"Christ  is  born;   the  great  Anointed! 

Heaven  and  earth  His  praises  sing! 
Oh,  receive  Whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King! 

"  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him  ; 

Learn  His  name  to  magnify, 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  Him, 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high!" 


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Rejoice  ye  sons  of  men! 

Your  brightest  praises  yield! 
The  everlasting  Son 

e  in  l he  flesh  rcvcalctl ! 
The  world's  Redeemer  comes  to-day 
His  own  redemption's  price  to  pay! 

Lo  !   Simeon's  saintly  arms 

The  holy  burden  bear; 
He  sees  with  raptured  eye 
His  true  salvation  there. 
The  weary  waiting  now  is  past: 
The  long-expected  comes  at  last. 

The  aged  saint's  embrace 

The  blessed  mother  saw, 

And  on  his  words  so  strange 

She  mused  with  silent  awe. 

What  conflict  for  her  child  is  stored  ? 

And  what  for  her  this  piercing  sword? 

O  Saviour,  in  Thy  courts 
We  all  our  sins  confess: 
But  Thou  didst  once  for  us 
Fulfill  all  righteousness. 
Impure,  unclean,  oh,  may  we  be 
Presented  pure  and  clean  in  Thee! 

And  when,  O  God  made  Man. 

Upon  our  waiting  ey<  . 
In  glorious  might  revealed, 
Salvation  draweth  nigh; 
In  that  great  day  Thy  servants  bless, 
And  be  "the  Lord  our  Righteousness! 


As  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold  ; 
As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light, 
Leading  onward  beaming  bright; 
So  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  Thee. 

As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed  ; 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 
Ever  seek  the  mercy-seat. 


i  i 


As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare  ; 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 
Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ!  to  Thee  our  heavenly  King. 

Holy  Jesus!  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way; 
And,  when  earthly  things  are  past. 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

In  the  heavenly  country  bright. 
Need  they  no  created  light  ; 
Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou  its  Sun  which  goes  not  down, 
There  forever  may  we  sing 
Alleluias  to  our  King. 


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A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world, 
The  blessed  Saviour  passed; 

A  mourner  all  his  life  was  He, 
A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 

That  tender  heart  that  felt  for  all, 

For  all  its  life-blood  gave  ; 
It  found  on  earth  no  resting-place, 

Save  only  in  the  grave. 

Such  was  our  Lord;  and  shall  we  fear 
The  cross,  with  all  its  scorn  ? 

Or  love  a  faithless  evil  world, 

That  wreathed  his  brow  with  thorn  ? 

No!  facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles, 

Like  him,  obedient  still, 
We  homeward  press  thro'  storm  or  calm, 

To  Zion's  blessed  hill. 


i.- 


Then  was  fulfilled  that  which  was  spoken  by 
Jeremy  the  prophet,  saying,  In  Rama  was  there  a 
voice  heard,  lamentation,  and  weeping,  and  great 
mourning,  Rachel  weeping  for  her  children,  and 
would  not  be  comforted  because  they  are  not. 


Once  in  royal  David's  city 

od  a  lowly  cattle  shed, 
Where  a  mother  laid  her  baby, 

In  a  manger  for  His  bed; 
Mary  was  that  mother  mild, 
Jesus  Christ  her  little  child. 

He  came  down  to  earth  from  heaven, 

Who  is  God  and  Lord  of  all, 
And  His  shelter  was  a  stable, 

And  His  cradle  was  a  stall; 
With  the  poor,  and  mean,  and  lowly, 
Lived  on  earth  our  Saviour  holy. 

And,  through  all   His  wondrous  childhood, 

He  would  honor  and  obey. 
Love  and  watch  the  lowly  maiden 

In  whose  gentle  arms  He  lay  : 
Christian  children  all  must  be 
Mild,  obedient,  good  as  He. 

For  He  is  our  childhood's  pattern; 

Day  by  day  like  us  He  grew  ; 
He  was  little,  weak  and  helpless, 

Tears  and  smiles  like  us  He  knew  ; 
And  He  feeleth  for  our  sadness, 
And  He  shareth  in  our  gladness. 

And  our  eyes  at  last  shall  see  Him, 
Through  His  own  redeeming  love  ; 

For  that  child  so  dear  and  gentle 
Is  our  Lord  in  heaven  above. 

And  He  leads  His  children  on 

To  the  place  where  He  is  gone. 

Not  in  that  poor  lowly  stable, 

With  the  oxen  standing  by, 
We  shall  see  Him  ;  but  in  heaven, 

Set  at  God's  right  hand  on  high  ; 
When  like  stars  His  children  crowned, 
All  in  white  shall  wait  around. 


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HE  SHALL   BE  CALLED  A  NAZARENE. 


Within  the  Father's  house 

The  Son  hath  found  His  home; 
Ami  to  His  temple  suddenly 

The  Lord  of  Life  hath  come. 

The  doctors  of  the  law 

Gaze  on  the  wondrous  child, 

And  marvel  at  His  gracious  words 
Of  wisdom  undefiled. 

Yet  not  to  them  is  given 
The  mighty  truth  to  know, 

To  lift  the  earthly  veil  which  hides 
Incarnate  God  below. 

The  secret  of  the  Lord 
Escapes  each  human  eye, 

And  faithful  pondering  hearts  await 
The  full  Epiphany. 

Lord,  visit  Thou  our  souls 
And  teach  us  by  Thy  grace, 

Each  dim  revealing  of  Thyself 
With  loving  awe  to  trace  ; 

Till  from  our  darkened  sight 
The  cloud  shall  pass  away, 

And  on  the  cleansed  soul  shall  burst 
The  everlasting  day; 

Till  we  behold  Thy  face, 

And  know,  as  we  are  known, 

Thee,  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Co-equal  Three  in  One. 


(>  Soil  divine!   we  fain  would  trace 
Thy  mother's  steps  so  lowly, 

Her  joys  and  woes,  her  saintly  .^race, 
Her  life  so  calm  and  holy. 

But  lo!  as  all  too  near  we  press, 
A  veil  the  scene  enfoldeth  ! 

No  tongue  may  sing  its  loveli: 
No  eye  its  peace  beholdeth. 


2> 


BUT   MARY    KEPT   ALL  THESE   THINGS,   AXD   PONDERED 
THEM   IN   HER   HEART. 


On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  i  ry 
Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh  ; 
Awake,  and  hearken,  for  he  brings 
Glad  tidings  of  the  King  of  kings. 

Then  cleansed  be  every  Christian  breast, 
And  furnished  for  so  great  a  guest  ; 
Yea,  let  us  each  our  hearts  prepare 
For  Christ  to  come  and  enter  there. 

For  Thou  art  our  salvation,  Lord, 
Our  refuge  and  our  great  reward  ; 
Without  Thy  grace  we  waste  away, 
Like  flowers  that  wither  and  decay. 

To  heal  the  sick  stretch  out  Thine  hand. 
And  bid  the  fallen  sinner  stand  , 
Once  more  upon  thy  people  shine, 
And  f  1 1 1  the  world  with  love  divine. 

All  praise,  eternal  Son,  to  Thee, 
Whose  Advent  set  Thy  people  fn 
Whom  with  the  Father  we  adore, 
And  Holv  Ghost  for  evermore. 


THE  KINGDOM  OF  HEAVEN  IS  AT  HAND." 


Thou  didst  leave  Thy  throne  and  Thy  kingly  crown, 

When  Thou  earnest  to  earth  for  me  ; 
But  in  Bethlehem's  home  was  there  found  no  room 
For  Thy  holy  Nativity. 

Oh,  come  to  my  heart,  Lord  Jesus! 
There  is  room  In  my  heart  for  Thee. 

Heaven's  arches  rang  when  the  angels  sang, 

Proclaiming  Thy  royal  degree  ; 
But  in  lowly  birth  didst   Thou  come  to  earth, 
And  in  great  humility. 

Oh,  come  to  my  heart,  Lord  Jesus! 
There  is  room  in  my  heart  for  Thee. 

The  foxes  found  rest  and  the  birds  had  their  nest 

In  the  shade  of  the  forest  tree  ; 
Hut  Thy  couch  was  the  sod,  O  Thou  Son  of  (iod, 
In  the  desert  of  Galilee. 

Oh,  come  to  my  heart,  Lord  Jesus! 
There  is  room  in  my  heart  for  Thee. 

Thou  earnest,  0  Lord,  with  the  living  word, 

That  should  set  Thy  people  free  ; 
Hut  with  mocking  scorn,  and  with  crown  of  thorn, 
They  bore  Thee  to  Calvary. 

Oh,  come  to  my  heart,  Lord  Jesus  ? 
Thy  cross  is  my  only  plea. 

When  the  heavens  shall  ring,  and  the  angels  sing 

At  Thy  coming  to  victory, 
Let  Thy  voice  call  me  home,  saying,  "  Vet  there  is  room, 
There  is  room  at  My  side  for  thee." 

And  my  heart  shall  rejoice,  Lord  Jesus, 
When  Thou  comest  and  callest  for  me. 


A  tower  of  strength  our  God  doth  stand, 

A  shield  and  sure  defender; 
True  help  from  all  our  woes,  His  hand 

Through  life  doth  freely  render. 
Our  foe  hath  fixed  his  purpose  fell, 
With  might  and  craft  he's  armed  full  well, 

On  earth  is  not  his  fellow. 

With  force  of  arms  we  nothing  can 

Full  soon  were  we  o'erridden  ; 
But  for  us  fights  the  goodly  Man 

Whom  God  Himself  hath  bidden. 
Ask  ye  His  Name?  'Tis  Christ  our  Lord, 
The  God  of  Hosts  alone  adored, 

Our  Champion,  none  dare  brave  Him. 

Should  hell's  whole  legion  round  us  press, 

All  banded  to  devour  us, 
Yet  this  should  work  us  good  success, 

Nor  fear  e'en  then  o'erpower  us  ; 
Though  this  world's  prince  look  fierce  and  bold, 
It  matters  not,  his  doom  is  told, 

A  single  word  can  foil  him. 

Our  foes  must  let  the  Word  stand  sure  ; 

No  thanks  for  this  they're  reaping  ; 
God's  Spirit  in  His  way  secure, 

God's  grace  our  souls  is  keeping  ; 
Those  foes  may  spoil  all  earthly  bliss  ; 
Let  be!  they  win  no  gain  from  this, 

God's  kingdom  still  is  left  us. 


Then  the  devil  leaveth   Him,  and  behold  angels 
came  and  ministered  unto  Him. 


Songs  of  thankfulness  and  praise 
Jesu,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise, 
Manifested  by  the  star 
To  the  sages  from  afar  ; 
Branch  of  royal  David's  stem 
In  thy  birth  at  Bethlehem  ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addressed, 
Clod  in  Man  made  manifest. 

Manifest  at  Jordan's  stream, 
Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  supreme 
And  at  Cana,  wedding-guest, 
In  Thy  Godhead  manifest; 
Manifest  in  power  divine, 
Changing  water  into  wine; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addressed, 
God  in  Man  made  manifest. 


3^ 


BEHOLD,  THE  LAMB   OF  GOD 


Thou  spakest:   it  was  done: 

Obedient  to  thy  word 
The  water  reddening  into  wine 

Proclaimed  the  present  Lord. 

Blest  were  the  eyes  which  saw 
That  wondrous  mystery  ; 

The  great  beginning  of  Thy  works, 
That  kindled  faith  in  Thee. 


i" 


Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God  ? 
Tell  him  of  a  Saviour's  bL 
Once  for  dying  sinners  spilt 
To  atone  for  all  their  guilt. 

Tell  him,- — it  was  sovereign  grace 
Led  thee  first  to  seek  his  face  ; 
Made  thee  choose  the  better  part. 
Wrought  salvation  in  thy  heart. 

Tell  him  of  that  liberty 
Wherewith  Jesus  makes  thee  five: 
Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiven, 
Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heaven. 


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Jesus  calls  us  ;   o'er  the  tumult 
Of  our  life's  wild,  restless  sea, 

Day  by  day  His  sweet  voice  soundeth, 
Saying,   "Christian,  follow  Me." 

As  of  old,  Saint  Andrew  heard  it 

By  the  Gal    ean  lake, 
Turned  from  home,  and  toil  and  kindred, 

Leaving  all  for  His  dear  sake. 

Jesus  calls  us  from  the  worship 
Of  the  vain  world's  golden  store; 

From  each  idol  that  would  keep  us, 
Saying,  "Christian,  love  Me  more." 

In  our  joys  and  in  our  sorrows, 
Days  of  toil  and  hours  of  ease, 

Still  He  calls,  in  cares  and  pleasures, 
"That  we  love  Him  more  than  these." 

Jesus  calls  us:   by  Thy  mercies, 
Saviour,  make  us  hear  Thy  call, 

Give  our  hearts  to  Thine  obedience, 
Serve  and  love  Thee  best  of  all. 


M 


Conic,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  yon, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power. 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

Let  not  conscience  make  yon  ling 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 

All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  ; 

This  He  gives  you  ; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo!   your  Maker  prostrate  li    - 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him, 
Hear  Him  cry  before  He  dies: 

11  It  is  finished  ;" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

Lo!   th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood  ; 

Venture  on  Him,  venture  wholly  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude: 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


JESUS  SAITH   UNTO   HIM,    "RISE,   TAKE  UP  THY 
BED  AND  WALK." 


Lord,  I  am  come!   Thy  promise  is  my  plea, 
Without  Thy  word  I  durst  not  venture  nigh! 

But  Thou  hast  called  the  burdened  soul  to  Thee, 
A  weary,  burdened  soul,  O  Lord,  am  I! 

Bowed  down  beneath  a  heavy  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan's  fierce  temptations  sorely  prest, 

Beset  without  and  full  of  fears  within, 

Trembling  and  faint  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

Be  Thou  my  refuge,  Lord,  my  hiding-place  ; 

I  know  no  force  can  tear  me  from  Thy  side  ; 
Unmoved,  I  then  may  all  accusers  face, 

And  answer  everv  charge,  with  — "  Jesus  died." 


COME   UNTO    ME    AND    I   WILL   GIVE    YOU    REST. 


How  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son! 
Our  misery  reached  His  heavenly  mind, 

And  pity  brought  Him  down. 

He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  His  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  His  hand  bestows. 

But  cost  His  heart  a  groan. 

This  was  compassion,  like  a  God, 
That  when  the  Saviour  knew 

The  price  of  pardon  was  His  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

Now,  though  He  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great; 
Well  He  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  lets  His  saints  forget. 


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11  GO,   WASH  IN   THE   POOL  OF  SILOAM. 


When,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
The  lowly  Jesus  wandered  here, 
Where'er  He  went  affliction  lied, 
And  sickness  reared  her  fainting  head. 

The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night, 
Beheld  His  face — for  God  is  light  ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  his  praises  sung. 

With  bounding  steps  the  halt  and  lame, 
To  hail  their  great  Deliverer  came  ; 
O'er  the  cold  grave  he  bowed  His  head, 
He  spake  the  word,  and  raised  the  dead. 

Despairing  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
In  His  inspiring  presence  smiled; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul. 

Through  paths  of  loving-kindness  led, 
Where  Jesus  triumphed  we  would  tread  ; 
To  all,  with  willing  hands  dispense 
The  gifts  of  our  benevolence. 


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(io,  labor  on!   spend  and  be  spent! 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will ; 

It  is  the  way  the  Master  went  ; 

Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still? 

Go,  labor  on!   'tis  not  for  naught  ; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain  ; 
Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee  not; 

The  Master  praises  :  what  are  men  ? 

Go,  labor  on!  enough,  while  here, 
If  He  shall  praise  thee,  if  He  deign 

The  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer: 
No  toil  for  Him  shall  be  in  vain. 

Go,  labor  on,  while  it  is  day! 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening  on: 
Speed,  speed  thy  work!  cast  sloth  away! 

It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 

Toil  on!   faint  not!   keep  watch,  and  pray! 

Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win  ! 
Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway! 

Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in  ! 

Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice! 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 

The  midnight  peal,  "Behold,  T  come!" 


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Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  their  God  ; 

The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs  ; 
Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

He  to  the  lowly  soul 

Doth  still  himself  impart, 
And  for  His  dwelling  and  His  throne, 

Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

Lord!  we  Thy  presence  seek; 

May  ours  this  blessing  be  ; 
Oh,  give  the  pure  and  lowly  heart, — 

A  temple  meet  for  Thee. 


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Thine  arm,  0  Lord,  in  days  of  old 

Was  strong  to  heal  and  save; 
It  triumphed  o'er  disease  and  death, 

O'er  darkness  and  the  grave. 
To  Thee  they  went,  the  blind,  the  dumb, 

The  palsied  and  the  lame, 
The  leper  with  his  tainted  life, 

The  sick  with  fevered  frame. 

And  lo!  Thy  touch  brought  life  and  health, 

Gave  speech,  and  strength,  and  sight  ; 
And  youth  renewed  and  frenzy  calmed 

Owned  Thee,  the  Lord  of  light. 
And  now,  <  )  Lord,  be  near  to  bless, 

Almighty  as  of  yore, 
In  crowded  street,  by  restless  couch, 

As  by  Gennesareth's  shore. 

Though  love  and  might  no  longer  heal 

By  touch,  or  word,  or  look  ; 
Though  they  who  do  Thy  work  must  read 

Thy  laws  in  nature's  book; 
Yet  come  to  heal  the  sick  man's  soul, 

Come,  cleanse  the  leprous  taint, 
Give  joy  and  peace,  where  all  is  strife, 

And  strength,  where  all  is  faint. 

Be  Thou  our  great  deliverer  still, 

Thou  Lord  of  life  and  death, 
Restore  and  quicken,  soothe  and  bless 

With  Thine  almighty  breath. 
To  hands  that  work  and  eyes  that  see, 

Give  wisdom's  heavenly  lore, 
That  whole  and  sick,  and  weak  and  strong, 

May  praise  Thee  evermore. 


I  WILL,   BE  THOU  CLEAN.' 


Heboid,  tbe  Master  passeth  by! 

Oh,  seest  thou  not  His  pleading  eye? 

With  low,  sad  voice  He  calleth  thee, 

11  Leave  this  vain  world,  and  follow  Me." 

0  soul,  bowed  down  with  harrowing  care. 
Hast  thou  no  thought  for  heaven  to  spare? 
From  earthly  toils  lift  up  thine  eye; 
Behold,  the  Master  passeth  by! 

One  heard  Him  calling  long  ago, 
And  straightway  left  all  things  below, 
Counting  his  earthly  gain  as  loss 
For  Jesus  and  His  blessed  cross. 

That  ''follow  Me"  his  faithful  ear 
Seemed  every  day  afresh  to  hear  : 
Its  echoes  stirred  his  spirit  still, 
And  fired  his  hope,  and  nerved  his  will. 

God  gently  calls  us  every  day: 
Why  should  we  then  our  bliss  delay  ? 
He  calls  to  heaven  and  endless  light  : 
Why  should  we  love  the  dreary  night  ? 

Praise,  Lord,  to  Thee,  for  Matthew's  call, 
At  which  he  rose  and  left  his  all  : 
Thou,  Lord,  e'en  now  art  calling  me; 

1  will  leave  all.  and  follow  Thee. 


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FOLLOW   ME." 


Faith  is  a  living  power  from  heaven, 
Which  grasps  the  promise  God  has  given 
A  trust  that  cannot  be  o'erthrown, 
Securely  fixed  on  Christ  alone. 

Faith  finds  in  Christ  whate'er  we  need, 
To  save  and  strengthen,  guide  and  feed; 
Strong  in  His  grace,  it  joys  to  share; 
His  cross,  in  hope  His  crown  to  wear. 

Faith  feels  the  Spirit's  kindling  breath, 
In  hope  and  love  that  conquer  death  ; 
Faith  brings  us  to  delight  in  God, 
And  blesses  e'en  His  smiting  rod. 

Such  faith  in  us,  O  God,  implant, 
And  to  our  prayers  Thy  favor  grant, 
In  Jesus  Christ,  Thy  saving  Son, 
Who  is  our  Fount  of  health  alone. 


VERILY   I   SAY    UNTO   YOU,    I    HAVE    NOT   FOUND   SO   GREAT 
FAITH,    NO,   NOT   IN    ISRAEL." 


Fierce  was  the  storm'of  wind 
The  surging  waves  ran  high, 

Failed  the  disciples  hearts  with  fear, 
Though  Thou,  their  Lord,  was  nigh. 

But  at  the  stern  rebuke 

Of  Thy  almighty  word, 
The  wind  was  hushed,  the  billows  ceased 

And  owned  Thee  God  and  Lord. 

So,  now,  when  depths  of  sin 

Our  soul  with  terrors  fill, 
Arise,  and  be  our  helper,  Lord, 

And  speak  Thy  "Peace,  be  still." 

When  death's  dark  sea  we  cross, 

Be  with  us  in  Thy  power, 
Nor  let  the  water-floods  prevail 

In  that  dread  final  hour. 

And,  when  amid  the  signs, 

Which  speak  Thine  Advent  near, 

The  roaring  of  the  sea  and  waves 
Fills  faithless  hearts  with  fear. 

May  we  all  undismayed 

The  raging  tempest  see, 
Lift  up  our  heads  and  hail  with  joy 

Thy  great  Epiphany. 


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PEACE,   BE  STILL. 


Faith,  like  an  unsuspecting  child, 

Serenely  resting  on  its  mother's  arm, 

Reposing  every  care  upon  her  God, 

Sleeps  on  His  bosom,  and  expects  no  harm. 

Receives  with  joy  the  promises  He  makes, 
Nor  questions  of  His  purpose  or  His  power; 

She  does  not  doubting  ask,   "Can  this  be  so  ?  " 
The  Lord  has  said  it,  and  there  needs  no  more. 

However  deep  be  the  mysterious  word, 
However  dark,  she  disbelieves  it  not; 

Where  Reason  would  examine,  Faith  obeys, 
And  "It  is  written  "  answers  every  doubt. 

In  vain  with  rude  and  overwhelming  force 
Conscience  repeats  her  tale  of  misery  ; 

And  powers  infernal,  wakeful  to  destroy 
Urge  the  worn  spirit  to  despair  and  die. 

As  evening's  pale  and  solitary  star 

But  brightens  while  the  darkness  gathers  round. 
So  Faith,  unmoved  amidst  surrounding  storms 

Is  fairest  seen  in  darkness  most  profound. 


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DAUGHTER,  BE  OF  GOOD  COMFORT;  THY  FAITH 
HATH  MADE  THEE  WHOLE." 


Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 
Appears  each  grace  divine! 

The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light. 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 

Was  His  divine  employ. 


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AND  HER  SPIRIT  CAME  AGAIN. 


Saviour!   I  follow  on, 

t riiided  by  Thee, 
Seeing  not  yet  the  hand 

That  leadeth  me ; 
1  lushed  he  my  heart  and  still, 
Fear  I  no  further  ill, 
Only  to  meet  Thy  will 

My  will  shall  be. 

Riven  the  rock  for  me 

Thirst  to  relieve, 
Manna  from  heaven  falls 

Fresh  every  eve ; 
Never  a  want  severe 
Causeth  my  eye  a  tear, 
But  Thou  dost  whisper  near, 

"  Only  believe  !  " 

Often  to  Marah's  brink 

Have  I  been  brought; 
Shrinking  the  cup  to  drink, 

Help  I  have  sought; 
And  with  the  prayer's  ascent, 
Jesus  the  branch  hath  rent, 
Quickly  relief  hath  sent, 
Sweetening  the  draught. 

Saviour!    1  long  to  walk 

Closer  with  Thee  ; 
Led  by  Thy  guiding  hand, 

Ever  to  be ; 
Constantly  near  Thy  side, 
Quickened  and  purified, 
Living  for  Him  who  died 

Freely  for  me. 


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Would  you  see  Jesus  ?  come  with  prayer, 
And  heart  repentant,  to  His  feet; 

None  who  will  rightly  seek  Him  there, 
Shall  fail  His  face  of  love  to  greet. 

Would  you  see  Jesus  ?  come  with  faith, 

And  search  the  word  His  grace  hath  given, 

For  help  and  guidance  in  the  path 
That  leads  to  His  abode  in  heaven. 

Would  you  see  Jesus  ?  day  by  day 

Let  thought  and  converse  be  on  high, 

And  hastening  on  the  heavenward  way, 
With  Jesus  live,  with  Jesus  die. 


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"Go,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord; 

"Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive; 
He  shall  he  saved  that  trusts  my  word, 
And  he  condemned  who'll  not  believe. 

11  I'll  make  your  <jreat  commission  known; 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

"Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands; 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 


Zion,  awake!  behold  the  day! 
Put  on  thy  beautiful  array! 
Church  of  our  God,  arise  and  shine, 
liright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine. 

Soon  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are  ; 
Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view 
All  shall  admire,  and  love  thee  too. 


Lord,  speak  to  me,  that  I  may  speak 

In  living  echoes  of  Thy  tone  ; 
As  Thou  hast  sought,  so  let  me  seek, 
Thy  erring  children  lost  and  lone. 

Oh,  lead  me,  Lord,  that  I  may  lead 
The  wandering  and  the  wavering  feet  ; 

Oh,  feed  me,  Lord,  that  I  may  feed 
Thy  hungering  ones  with  manna  sweet. 

Oh,  strengthen  me,  that  while  I  stand 
Firm  on  the  Rock,  and  strong  in  Thee, 

I  may  stretch  out  a  loving  hand 
To  wrestlers  with  the  troubled  sea. 

Oh,  teach  me,  Lord,  that  I  may  teach 
The  precious  things  Thou  dost  impart; 

And  wing  my  words  that  they  may  reach 
The  hidden  depths  of  many  a  heart. 

Oh,  give  Thine  own  sweet  rest  to  me, 
That  I  may  speak  with  soothing  power 

A  word  in  season,  as  from  Thee, 
To  weary  ones  in  needful  hour. 

Oh,  fill  me  with  Thy  fullness,  Lord, 

Until  my  very  heart  o'erflow 
In  kindling  thought  and  glowing  word, 

Thy  love  to  tell,  Thy  praise  to  show. 

Oh,  use  me,  Lord,  use  even  me, 

Just  as  Thou  wilt,  and  when,  and  where, 
Until  Thy  blessed  face  I  see, 

Thy  rest,  Thy  joy,  Thy  glory  share. 


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Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The-  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke: 

Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke: 

But  we  are  come  to  Sinn's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God  ; 
Where  milder  words  declare  His  will, 

And  spread  His  love  abroad. 

Behold  the  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light: 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 

Whose  faith  is  changed  to  sight. 

Behold  the  blest  assembly  there 
Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven: 

Hear  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declare 
Their  sins,  through  Christ,  forgiven, 

Angels,  and  living  saints,  and  dead, 
But  one  communion  make: 

All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  His  love  partake. 


So 


How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear, 
Great  God!   before  Thine  awful  bar? 
How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  th'  eternal  Mind  ? 

Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  cries, 
Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice, 
Not  infant  blood,  profusely  spilt, 
Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt. 

Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus,  Thine  alone, 
I  lath  sovereign  virtue  to  atone: 
Here  will  we  rest  our  only  plea, 
When  we  approach,  Great  God!  to  Thee. 


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NO  MAN  COMETH  UNTO  THE  FATHER  BUT  BY  ME." 


lust  as  I  am,  without  one  pica, 
But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  riot 

To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  S] 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am:   Thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Just  as  I  am,  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


Aft 


It  is  not  death  to  die  ; 

To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  'midst  the  brotherhood  on  high 

To  be  at  home  with  God. 

It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 

To  spend  eternal  years. 

It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 

From  dungeon  chain,  to  breathe  the  ai 
Of  boundless  liberty. 

It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise,  on  strong,  exulting  wing, 

To  live  among  the  just. 

Jesus,  Thou  Prince  of  life! 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 
Like  Thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 

To  reign  with  Thee  on  high. 


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AND   SHE   SAID— "THE   HEAD   OF   JOHN   THE   BAPTIST. 


Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast. 
Where  Mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 

For  every  humble  guest. 

There  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms; 

He  calls — He  bids  you  come: 
Though  guilt  restrains,  and  fear  alarms, 

Behold  there  yet  is  room. 

O,  come,  and  with  His  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  His  love  ; 
While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast 

Of  nobler  joys  above. 

There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 

In  songs  on  earth  unknown. 

And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  ; 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore 

And  enter  while  there's  room. 


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I  AM  THE  LIVING  BREAD  WHICH  CAME  DOWN   FROM   HEAVEN. 


Welcome  to  me  the  darkest  night, 
If  there  the  Saviour's  presence  bright 
Beam  forth  upon  the  soul  dismayed, 
And  say,  "  Tis  1,  be  not  afraid." 

Welcome  the  fiercest  waves  that  roll 
Their  deepening  floods  to  whelm  my  soul. 
If  He  rebuke  the  storm  of  ill, 
And  bid  the  tempest,  "  Peace,  be  still." 

Welcome  the  thorniest  path,  if  there 
The  print-marks  of  His  feet  appear; 
If  in  His  footsteps  we  may  tread, 
And  follow  where  our  Lord  hath  led. 

I  will  not  ask  what  else  is  mine, 
If  Thou,  O  Lord,  account  me  Thine; 
For  what  but  joy  can  be  my  lot, 
If  Thou,  my  God,  reject  me  not? 


Thou,  Who  in  darkness  walking  didst  appear 
Upon  the  waves,  and  Thy  disciples  cheer, 
Come,  Lord,  in  lonesome  days,  when  storms  assail, 
And  earthly  hopes  and  human  succors  fail: 
When  all  is  dark  may  we  behold  Thee  nigh, 
And  hear  Thy  voice — "  Fear  not,  for  it  is  1." 


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Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly 
While  the  billow-  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high. 
Hide  me,  o  my  Saviour!  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past  ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last! 

Other  refuge  have  I  none; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee  ; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed  ; 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want  ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  : 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, - 

('.race  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  ; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


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"  Thou  art  the  Christ,  C)  Lord, 

The  Son  of  God  most  high!" 
Forever  be  adored 

That  name  in  earth  and  sky, 
In  which,  though  mortal  strength  may  fail, 
The  saints  of  God  at  last  prevail; 

Oh,  surely  He  was  blest 

With  blessedness  unpriced, 
Who,  taught  of  God,  confessed 

The  Godhead  in  the  Christ  ; 
For  of  thy  church,  Lord,  Thou  didst  own 
Thy  saint  a  true  foundation  stone. 


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Oh,  wondrous  type!   Oh,  vision  fair 
()f  glory  that  the  church  shall  share, 
Which  Christ  upon  the  mountain  sin. 
Where  brighter  than  the  sun  He  glo1 

From  age  to  age  the  tale  declare 

J  low   with  the  three  disciples  there, 

Where  Moses  and  Klias  meet, 

The  Lord  holds  converse  high  and  sweet. 

The  Law  and   Prophets  then  have  place, 
Two  chosen  witnesses  of  grace  ; 
The  Father's  voice,  from  out  the  cloud. 
Proclaims  His  only  Son  aloud. 

With  shining  face  and  bright  array, 
Christ  deigns  to  manifest  to-day 
What  glory  shall  be  thine  above. 
Who  joy  in  Cod  with  perfect  love. 

And  faithful  hearts  are  raised  on  high 
By  this  great  vision's  mystery  ; 
For  which  in  joyful  strains  we  raise 
The  voice  of  prayer,  the  hymn  of  praise. 

O  Father  with  the  eternal  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  ever  one, 
Vouchsafe  to  bring  us  by  Thy  grace 
To  see  Thy  glory  face  to  face. 


What  is  the  world  ?   a  wildering  maze 
Where  sin  hath  tracked  ten  thousand  ways 

1  Eer  victims  to  ensnare  ; 
All  broad,  and  winding,  and  aslope, 
All  tempting  with  perfidious  hope 

All  ending  in  despair. 

Millions  of  pilgrims  throng  these  roads, 
Bearing  their  baubles  or  their  loads 

Down  to  eternal  night  ; 
The  only  path  that  never  bends, 
Narrow,  and  rough,  and  steep  ascends 

From  darkness  into  light. 

Is  there  no  guide  to  show  that  path  ? 
The  Bible! — He  alone  who  hath 

The  Bible,  need  not  stray  ; 
But  he  who  hath  and  will  not  give- 
That  light  of  life  to  all  that  live, 

Himself  shall  lose  the  way. 


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THE   PRODIGAL  S  DEPARTURE. 


Return,  (J  wanderer,  now  return, 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face! 

Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  His  grace. 

Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return! 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh; 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 

When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  ; 
Go  to  His  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 

How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear! 
Thy  Father  calls — no  longer  mourn: 

His  love  invites  thee  near. 


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WHEN    HE   CAME   TO   HIMSELF. 


Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, — 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down! 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown: 
Jesus!  Thou  art  all  compassion; 

Pure  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Breathe,  oh,  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast! 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest: 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive! 
Speedily  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave! 

Finish  then  Thy  new  creation, 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be: 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  Thee! 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


BUT   WHEN   HE   WAS  YET   A    GREAT   WAY   OFF   HIS   FATHER   SAW   HIM,   AND 
HAD  COMPASSION,  AND   RAN   AND  FELL  ON   HIS  NECK  AND  KISSED  HIM. 


Is  this  the  kind  return, 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  How  ? 

To  what  a  stubborn  frame, 

Has  sin  reduced  our  mind! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 

And  God  as  strangely  kind! 

Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh; 
Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 

And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 


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WERE  THERE   NOT  TEN  CLEANSED?     BUT  WHERE  ARE  THE   NINE 


Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free, 
What  need  I  that  is  not  in  Thee  ? 
Full  pardon,  strength  to  meet  the  day, 
And  peace  which  none  can  take  away. 

Doth  sickness  fill  the  heart  with  fear? 
Tis  sweet  to  know  that  Thou  art  near, 
Am  I  with  dread  of  justice  tried  ? 
"lis  sweet  to  feel  that  Christ  hath  died. 

In  life,  Thy  promises  of  aid 
Forbid  my  heart  to  be  afraid; 
In  death,  peace  gently  veils  the  eyes; 
Christ  rose,  and  I  shall  surely  rise. 

O  all-sufficient  Saviour,  be 

This  all-sufficiency  to  me  ; 

Nor  pain,  nor  sin,  nor  death  can  harm 

The  weakest  shielded  bv  Thine  arm. 


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WHOSOEVER  DRINKETH   OF  THE  WATER  THAT  I  SHALL  GIVE  HIM  SHALL 
NEVER  THIRST."' 


Call  them  in!   the  poor,  the  wretched, 

Sin-stained  wanderers  from  the  fold; 
Peace  and  pardon  freely  offer! 

Can  yon  weigh  their  worth  with  gold  : 
Call  them  in!  the  weak,  the  weary, 

Laden  with  the  doom  of  sin  ; 
Bid  them  come  and  rest  in  Jesus! 

He  is  waiting:  call  them  in! 

Call  them  in!   the  Jew,  the  Gentile  ; 

Bid  the  stranger  to  the  feast! 
Call  them  in,  the  rich,  the  noble, 

From  the  highest  to  the  least. 
Call  them  in!  the  broken-hearted, 

Cowering  'neath  the  brand  of  shame  ; 
Speak  love's  message  low  and  tender! 

'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  came. 


(  I   I  ove  Divine!    that  stooped  to  share 
Our  sharpest  pang',  our  bitterest  tear, 

On  Thee  we  cast  each  earth-born  care, 
We  smile  at  pain  when  Thou  art  near. 

Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread, 
And  sorrow  crown  each  lingering  year, 

No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread, 

Our  hearts  still  whispering,  Thou  art  near. 

When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief, 
And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to  fear, 

The  murmuring  wind,  the  quivering  leaf, 
Shall  softly  tell  us  Thou  art  near. 

On  Thee  we  fling  our  burdening  woe, 

O  Love  Divine,  forever  dear; 
Content  to  suffer  while  we  know, 

Living  or  dying,  Thou  art  near. 


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"WHERE  ARE  THOSE  THINE  ACCUSERS  ?     HATH   NO  MAN 

CONDEMNED  THEE  ?  " 
"NO  MAN  LORD." 
"  NEITHER   DO  I  CONDEMN  THEE;  GO,  AND  SIN  NO  MORE,1 


()  Light,  whose  beams  illumine  all 
1  rom  twilight  dawn  to  perfect  d 

Shine  Thou  before  the  shadows  fall, 
That  lead  our  wandering  feet  astray: 

At  morn  and  eve   Thy  radiance  pour, 

That  youth  may  love,  and  age  adore. 

()  Way,  through  Whom  our  souls  draw  ne  ir 

To  you  eternal  home  of  peace, 
Where  perfect  love  shall  cast  out  fear, 

And  earth's  vain  toil  and  wandering  cea 
In  strength  or  weakness  may  we  see 
Our  heavenward  path,  ()  Lord,  through  The* 

O  Truth,  before  whose  shrine  we  bow, 
Thou  priceless  pearl  for  all  who  seek, 

To  Thee  our  earliest  strength  we  vow  ; 
Thy  love  will  bless  the  pure  and  meek  ; 

When  dreams  or  mists  beguile  our  sight, 

Turn  Thou  our  darkness  into  light. 

O  Life,  the  well  that  ever  flows 

To  slake  the  thirst  of  those  that  faint, 

Thy  power  to  bless,  what  seraph  knows  ? 
Thy  joy  supreme,  what  words  can  paint  ? 

In  earth's  last  hour  of  Meeting  breath 

Be  Thou  our  conquerer  over  death. 

O  Light,  O  Way,  O  Truth,  O  Life, 

O  Jesus,  born  mankind  to  save, 
Give  Thou  Thy  peace  in  deadliest  strife  ; 

Shed  Thou  Thy  calm  on  stormiest  wave; 
Be  Thou  our  hope,  our  joy,  our  dread, 
Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 


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'•I  AM  THE  LIGHT,  I  AM  THE  WAY,  THE  TRUTH  AND  THE  LIFE. 


There's  a  friend  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
A  friend  Who  never  chan: 

Whose  love  will  never  die  ; 
Our  earthly  friends  may  fail  us, 

And  change  with  changing  years. 
This  friend  is  always  worthy 

Of  that  dear  Name  He  bears. 

There's  a  rest  for  little  ehildren, 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
Who  love  the  blessed  Saviour, 

And  to  the  Father  cry  ; 
A  rest  from  every  turmoil, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Where  every  little  pilgrim 

Shall  rest  eternally. 

There's  a  home  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  in  glory, 

A  home  of  peace  and  joy  ; 
No  home  on  earth  is  like  it, 

Nor  can  with  it  compare; 
For  every  one  is  happy, 

Nor  could  be  happier  there. 


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14  SUFFER  THE  LITTLE  CHILDREN  TO  COME  UNTO  ME, 
AND  FORBID  THEM  NOT  :  " 


There's  a  song  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
A  song  that  will  not  weary, 

Though  sung  continually  ; 
A  song  which  even  angels 

Can  never,  never  sing  ; 
They  know  not  Christ  as  Saviour, 

But  worship  him  as  King. 

There's  a  crown  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
And  all  who  look  for  Jesus 

Shall  wear  it  bye  and  bye, 
All,  all  above  is  treasured 

And  found  in  Christ  alone: 
Lord,  grant  Thy  little  children 

To  know  Thee  as  their  own. 


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FOR  OF  SUCH   IS  THE   KINGDOM   OF  GOD. 


When  Jesus  Left  His  Father's  throne, 

He  chose  an  humble  birth; 
Like  us,  unhonored  and  unknown, 

He  came  to  dwell  on  earth. 
Like  Him  may  we  be  found  below, 

In  wisdom's  path  of  peace  ; 
Like  Him  in  grace  and  knowledge  grow, 

As  years  and  strength  increase. 

Sweet  were  \\\>  words  and  kind  His  look, 

When  mothers  round  Him  pressed  ; 
Their  infants  in  His  arms  He  took, 

And  on  His  bosom  blessed. 
Safe  from  the  world's  alluring  harms. 

Beneath  His  watchful  eye, 
Thus  in  the  circle  of  His  arms 

May  we  forever  lie. 

When  Jesus  into  Salem  rode, 

The  children  sang  around  ; 
Lor  joy  they  plucked  the  palms,  and  strowed 

Their  garments  on  the  ground. 
Hosanna  our  glad  voices  raise, 

Hosanna  to  our  King! 
Should  we  forget  our  Saviour's  praise, 

The  stones  themselves  would  sing. 


Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 
Much  we  need  Thy  tender  care  ; 

In  Thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us; 
For  our  use  Thy  folds  prepare: 
Blessed  Jesus! 

Thou  hast  bought  us,  Thine  we  are. 

Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 
Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be; 

Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free 
Blessed  Jesus! 

Let  us  early  turn  to  Thee. 

Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor, 
Marly  let  us  learn  Thy  will  ; 

Do  Thou,  Lord,  our  only  Saviour, 
With  Thy  love  our  bosoms  fill: 
Blessed  Jesus! 

Thou  hast  loved  us  :  love  us  still. 


And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  Thee! 
It  is  but  right!  since  thou  has  done 

Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  Thee,  supremely  good' 

Divinely  bright  and  fair. 

Thy  favor,  Lord,  is  endless  life, — 

Let  me  that  life  obtain, 
Then  I  renounce  all  earthly  joys, 

And  glory  in  my  gain. 


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Lord,  forever  at  Thy  side 

Let  my  place  and  portion  be  ; 

Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride, 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 

Meekly  may  my  soul  receive, 
All  Thy  Spirit  hath  revealed  ; 

Thou  hast  spoken;  I  believe, 
Though  the  oracle  be  sealed. 

Humble  as  a  little  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast, 
By  no  subleties  beguiled, 

On  Thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 

Israel  now  and  evermore, 
In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust  ; 

Him,  in  all  His  ways  adore, 
Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 


124 


Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart, 
That  Thou  the  one  thing  needful  art  ; 
I  could  from  all  things  parted  be, 
But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  Thee. 

Needful  is  Thy  most  precious  blood, 
To  reconcile  my  soul  to  God  ; 
Needful  is  Thy  indulgent  care  ; 
Needful  Thy  all-prevailing  prayer. 

Needful  Thy  presence,  dearest  Lord, 
True  peace  and  comfort  to  afford  ; 
Needful  Thy  promise,  to  impart 
Fresh  life  and  vigor  to  my  heart. 

Needful  art  Thou,  my  guide,  my  stay, 
Through  all  life's  dark  and  weary  way; 
Nor  less  in  death  Thou'lt  needful  be, 
To  bring  my  spirit  home  to  Thee. 

Then  needful  still,  my  God,  my  King, 
Thy  name  eternally  I'll  sing! 
Glory  and  praise  be  ever  His. 
The  one  thing  needful  Jesus  is! 


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BUT  ONE  THING  IS  NEEDFUL. 


Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Hurst  forth  from  every  eye. 

The  Son  of  Cod  in  tears, 
Angels  with  wonder  see! 

Be  thou  astonished,  ()  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear; 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


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"O  JERUSALEM!  JERUSALEM!—' 


When  Lazarus  left  his  charnel-cave. 
And  home  to  Mary's  house  return'd, 
Was  this  demanded, — if  he  yearn'd 

To  hear  her  weeping  by  his  grave  ? 

"Where  wert  thou,  brother,  those  four  days? 

There  lives  no  record  of  reply, 

Which  telling  what  it  is  to  die 
Had  surely  added  praise  to  praise. 


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From  every  house  the  neighbors  met, 
The  streets  were  fill'd  with  joyful  sound, 
A  solemn  gladness  even  crown'd 

The  purple  brows  of  Olivet. 

Behold  a  man  raised  up  by  Christ ! 

The  rest  remaineth  unreveal'd  ; 

He  told  it  not  ;  or  something  seal'd 
The  lips  of  that  Evangelist. 


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Her  eyes  are  homes  of  silent  prayer, 
Nor  other  thought  her  mind  admits, 
But,  he  was  dead,  and  there  he  sits, 

And  lie  that  brought  him  back  is  there. 

Then  one  deep  love  doth  supersede 
All  other,  when  her  ardent  gaze 
Roves  from  the  living  brother's  face, 

And  rests  upon  the  Life  indeed. 

All  subtle  thought,  all  curious  fears, 
Borne  down  by  gladness  so  complete, 
She  bows,  she  bathes  the  Saviour's  feet 

With  costly  spikenard  and  with  tears. 

Thrice  blest  whose  lives  are  faithful  prayers, 
Whose  loves  in  higher  love  endure  ; 
What  souls  possess  themselves  so  pure, 

Or  is  there  blessedness  like  theirs? 


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We  arc  on  our  journey  home, 
Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone  ; 

We  shall  meet  around  His  throne, 
When  he  makes  His  people  one, 
In  the  new  Jerusalem. 

We  can  see  that  distant  home, 

Though  clouds  rise  dark  between  ; 

Faith  views  the  radiant  dome, 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 
From  the  new  Jerusalem. 

Oh,  holy,  heavenly  home! 

Oh,  rest  eternal  there! 
When  shall  the  exiles  come, 

Where  they  cease  from  earthly  care, 
In  the  new  Jerusalem. 

Our  hearts  are  breaking  now 
Those  mansions  fair  to  see  ; 

O  Lord !  Thy  heavens  bow, 
And  raise  us  up  with  Thee, 
To  the  new  Jerusalem. 


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Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 
Nor  deem  it  void  of  power  ; 

There's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed, 
That  waits  its  natal  hour. 

A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart, 

And  call  it  back  to  life  ; 
A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 

And  still  unholy  strife. 

No  act  falls  fruitless;  none  can  tell 
How  vast  its  power  may  be, 

Nor  what  results  infolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

Work  on,  despair  not,  bring  thy  mite, 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be  ; 
God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right, 

The  holy,  true,  >and. free. 


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"OF  A  TRUTH,  THIS  POOR  WIDOW   HATH  CAST  IN  MORE 
THAN  THEY  ALE." 


"Late,  late,  so  late!  and  dark  the  night  and  chili: 
Late,  late,  so  late!   but  we  can  enter  still, 
Too  late,  too  late!  ye  cannot  enter  now. 

14 No  light  had  we:  for  that  we  do  repent  ; 
Ami  learning  this,  the  bridegroom  will  repent. 
Too  late,  too  late!  ye  cannot  enter  now. 

"No  light:   so  late!   and  dark  and  chill  the  night! 
O  let  us  in  that  we  may  find  the  light! 
Too  late,  too  late!   ye  cannot  enter  now. 

"Have  we  not  heard  the  bridegroom  is  so  sweet? 
O  let  us  in,  tho'  late,  to  kiss  his  feet! 
No,  no,  too  late!  ye  cannot  enter  now." 


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AFTERWARD  CAME  ALSO  THE  OTHER  VIRGINS,  SAYING 
"LORD,  LORD,  OPEN  UNTO  US," 


More  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ' 

More  love  to  Thee! 
1 1  car  Thou  the  prayer  I  make 

<  »n  bended  knee: 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, 
More  love,  O  Christ  to  Thee! 

More  love  to  Thee! 

Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 
Sought  peace  and  rest  ; 

Now  Thee  alone  I  seek  ; 
Give  what  is  best: 

This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 

More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 
More  love  to  Thee! 

Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain ; 
Sweet  are  Thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain, 
When  they  can  sing  with  me, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee. 

Then  shall  my  latest  breath 
Whisper  Thy  praise  ; 

This  be  the  parting  cry 
My  heart  shall  raise, 

This  still  its  prayer  shall  be, 

More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 
More  love  to  Thee. 


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'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 

Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  Him  to  His  foes. 

Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed,  and  brake 
What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran! 

What  wondrous  words  of  grace  He  spake! 

"This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin  ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food:" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine; 

11  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

"Do  this,"  he  cried,  "till  time  shall  end, 
In  memory  of  your  dying  Friend; 

Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

Jesus,  Thy  feast  we  celebrate  ; 

We  show  Thy  death,  we  sing  Thy  name, 
Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 

The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


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The  Saviour!  oh,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound: 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 

And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

The  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angel  viewed  with  wondering  eyes 

And  hailed  the  incarnate  God. 

Oh!  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine! 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine  ; 

I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

On  Thee  alone  my  hope  relies 

Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  All. 


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Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
Tis  He  sustains  my  fainting  heart  ; 

Else  would  my  hopes  forever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

Whene'er,  to  call  the  Saviour  mine 

With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, -- 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
That  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

And,  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, — 
I  love  my  God  and  taste  His  grace, — 

Lord!   is  it  not  Thy  blissful  ray, 

That  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace 

Let  Thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
Forever  dwell,  O  God  of  love! 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, — 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 


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What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 

Around  Thy  steps  below  ; 
What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 

Thy  life  and  death  of  woe. 

For,  ever  on  Thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung  ; 
Yet  no  ungentle,  murmuring  word 

Escaped  Thy  silent  tongue. 

Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 
Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove; 

Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  Thee! 

Like  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 
Far  more  for  others'  sins  than  all 

The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

One  with  Thyself,  may  every  eye, 

In  us,  Thy  brethren,  see 
The  gentleness  and  grace  that  spring 

From  union,  Lord!  with  Thee. 


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He  knelt:   the  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed, 

When  but  His  Father's  eye 
Lo  riced  thro'  the  lonely  garden's  shade, 

On  that  dread  agony  ; 
The  Lord  of  all  above,  beneath, 
Was  bowed  with  sorrow  unto  death. 

The  sun  set  in  a  fearful  hour, 
The  skies  might  well  grow  dim, 

When  this  mortality  had  power 
So  to  o'ershadow  Him  ! 

That  He  who  gave  man's  breath  might  know 
The  very  depths  of  human  w 

He  knew  them  all,  the  doubt,  the  strife, 

The  faint,  perplexing  dread, 
The  mists  that  hang  o'er  parting  life, 

All  darkened  round  His  head  ; 
And  the  Deliverer  knelt  to  pray  ; — 

Vet  passed  it  not,  that  cup,  away. 

It  passed  not,  though  the  stormy  wave 

Had  sunk  beneath  His  tread  ; 
It  passed  not,  tho'  to  Him  the  grave 

Had  yielded  up  its  dead: 
Hut  there  was  sent  Him  from  on  high 
A  gift  of  strength  for  man  to  die. 

And  was  His  mortal  hour  beset 

With  anguish  and  dismay  ? 
How  may  we  meet  our  conflict  yet 

In  the  dark,  narrow  way  ? 
How  but  thro'  Him,  that  path  Who  trod  ? 
Save  or  we  perish,  Son  of  God  ! 


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Go  to  dark  (lethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power  ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour  ; 
Turn  not  from  His  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

Follow  to  the  judgment-hall; 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  ; 
Oh,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall! 

Oh,  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss; 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete: 
"  It  is  finished,"  hear  Him  cry; — 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  His  breathless  clay; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom 

Who  hath  taken  Him  away? 
Christ  is  risen; — He  meets  our  eyes; 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise! 


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I  >  suffering  Friend  of  human-kind  ! 

How,  as  the  fatal  hour  drew  near, 
Came  thronging  on  Thy  holy  mind 

The  images  of  grief  and  fear! 

Gethsemane's  sad  midnight  scene, 

The  faithless  friends,  the  exulting  foes, 

The  thorny  crown,  the  insult  keen, 
The  scourge,  the  cross,  before  Thee  rose. 

Onward,  like  Thee,  thro'  scorn  and  dread, 
May  we  our  Father's  call  obey, 

Steadfast  the  path  of  duty  tread, 

And  rise,  through  death,  to  endless  day. 


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Oh,  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
Lord  Jesus  Christ,  Thou  Light  of  Light! 
Oh,  who  like  Thee,  did  ever  go 
So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe! 
So  meek,  so  lowly,  yet  so  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility. 

0  wondrous  Lord,  our  souls  would  be 
Still  more  and  more  conformed  to  Thee; 
Would  lose  the  pride,  the  taint  of  sin, 
That  burns  these  fevered  veins  within: 
And  learn  of  Thee,  the  lowly  One, 
And  like  Thee  all  our  journey  run. 

Oh,  grant  us  ever  on  the  road 
To  trace  the  footsteps  of  our  God: 
That  when  Thou  shalt  appear,  arrayed 
In  light  to  judge  the  quick  and  dead, 
We  may  to  life  immortal  soar, 
Through  Thee,  Who  livest  evermore. 


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L  "JUDAS  BETRAYEST  THOU  THE  SON  OF  MAN  WITH  A  KISS?1 


Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 
Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  appear; 

No  weapons  in  His  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there, 

Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  men  so  well, 

He  sent  His  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word  ; 

Trust  in  His  mighty  name,  and  live: 
A  thousand  joys  His  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 


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"PUT  UP  THY  SWORD:  THE  CUP  WHICH   MY  FATHER   HATH 
GIVEN   ME,  SHALL  I  NOT  DRINK  IT?" 


Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 

Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just,  than  He? 

behold;   he  puts  1 1  is  trust  in  none 
()f  all  the  spirits  round  His  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compared  with  His, 
Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 

But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  dwell  in  clay; 
Touched  by  the  finger  of  Thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  vanish  like  the  moth. 

From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  Thy  sight; 
Buried  in  dust  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

Almighty  Power,  to  Thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we!   how  glorious  Thou! 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 


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Behold  the  Man  !     How  glorious  He! 

Before  His  foes  He  stands  unawed, 
And  without  wrong  or  blasphemy, 

He  claims  equality  with  (iod. 

Behold  the  Man!  by  all  condemned, 

Assaulted  by  a  host  of  foes, 
1 1  is  person  and  His  claims  contemned, 

A  man  of  sufferings  and  of  woes. 

Behold  the  Man!      He  stands  alone  ; 

His  foes  are  ready  to  devour; 
Not  one  of  all  His  friends  will  own 

Their  Master  in  this  trying  hour. 

Behold  the  Man!     So  weak  He  seems, 
His  awful  words  inspire  no  fear  ; 

But  soon  must  he  who  now  blasphemes 
Before  His  judgment  seat  appear. 

Behold  the  Man!     Though  scorned  below 
He  bears  the  greatest  name  above  ; 

The  angels  at  His  footstool  bow. 
And  all  His  royal  claims  approve. 


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Thrice  fallen,  thrice  restored! 

The  bitter  lesson  learnt, 
That  heart  for  Thee,  O  Lord, 
With  triple  ardor  burnt. 
The  cross  He  took  He  laid  not  clown 
Until  He  grasped  the  martyr's  crown. 

Oh  bright,  triumphant  faith! 
Oh  courage  void  of  fears! 
Oh  love,  most  strong  in  death  ! 
Oh  penitential  tears ! 
By  these,  Lord,  keep  us  lest  we  fall, 
And  make  us  go  where  Thou  shalt  call. 


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AND  PETER  REMEMBERED  THE   WORD  OFjJESUS  ;  AND  WHEN 
HE  THOUGHT  THEREON,   HE  WEPT. 


Oh!  where  shall  rest  be  found — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh: 

'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live. 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  abov   . 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 

And  all  that  life  is  1 

There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 

Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death. 

Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun: 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  Thy  face. 

And  evermore  undone. 


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'I  HAVE  BETRAYED  THE  INNOCENT  BLOOD!" 
WHAT  IS  THAT  TO  US?    SEE  THOU  TO  THAT." 


Jesus,  whom  angel  busts  adore, 
Became  a  man  of  griefs  for  me  ; 

In  love,  though  rich,  becoming  poor, 
That  I  through  him  enriched  might  be. 

Though  Lord  of  all,  above,  below, 

He  went  to  Olivet  for  me: 
There  drank  my  cup  of  wrath  and  woe, 

When  bleeding  in  Gethsemane. 

The  ever-blessed  Son  of  God 
Went  up  to  Calvary  for  me  ; 

There  paid  my  debt,  there  bore  my  load, 
In  His  own  body  on  the  tree. 

Jesus,  whose  dwelling  is  the  skies, 
Went  down  into  the  grave  for  me  ; 

There  overcame  my  enemies, 
There  won  the  glorious  victory. 

'Tis  finished  all:  the  vail  is  rent, 

The  welcome  sure,  the  access  free; — 

Now  then,  we  leave  our  banishment, 
O  Father,  to  return  to  Thee! 


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I  see  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall, 
I  mark  their  wrathful  mien  ; 

Their  shouts  of  "crucify"  appall, 
With  blasphemy  between. 

And  of  that  shouting  multitude 

I  feel  that  I  am  one; 
And  in  that  din  of  voices  rude 

I  recognize  my  own. 

I  see  the  scourges  tear  His  baek, 

I  see  the  piercing  crown, 
And  of  that  crowd  who  smite  and  mock, 

I  feel  that  I  am  one. 

'Twas  I  that  shed  the  sacred  blood; 

I  nailed  Him  to  the  tree; 
I  crucified  the  Christ  of  God, 

I  joined  the  mockery. 

Yet  not  the  less  that  blood  avails 

To  cleanse  away  my  sin  : 
And  not  the  less  that  cross  prevails 

To  give  me  peace  within. 


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"HAIL,   KING   OF   THE   JEWS'." 
AND  THEY  SMOTE  HIM  WITH  THEIR  HANDS. 


Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  fre 
NO,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one. 

And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

The  consecrated  i  ross  1*11  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  t 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 

For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet. 
Joyful,  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 

And  His  dear  name  repeat. 

And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall  ring. 
Beneath  heaven's  arches  high  ; 

The  Lord  that  lives,  the  ransomed  si 
That  lives  no  more  to  die. 

Oh,  precious  cross!  oh,  glorious  crown  ! 

(  >h,  resurrection  day  ! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  come  down, 

And  bear  mv  soul  away. 


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Nearer  to  Tl 
Kv'n  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth 
Still  all  my  song  shall 
Nearer,  my  <  rod,  to  '1 

M-c : 

Though  like  the  wanderer. 

The  sun  -one  down, 
I  darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Vet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee! 

There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  Thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Bethel  I'll  raise ; 

So  by  my  woes  to  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee! 

Or  if,  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon  and  stars  forgot 

I  pward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee! 


IAUGHTERS  OF  JERUSALEM,   WEEP  NOT  FOR   ME. 


1  was  the  day  when  God's  Anointed 
Died  for  us  the  death  appointed, 

Bleeding  on  the  dreadful  cr< 
Day  of  darkness,  day  of  terror, 
Deadly  fruit  of  ancient  error, 

Nature's  fall,  and  Eden's  loss! 

Haste,  prepare  the  bitter  chalice! 
Gentile  hate  and  Jewish  malice 

Lift  the  royal  Victim  high; 
Like  the  serpent,  wonder-gifted, 
Which  the  prophet  once  uplifted, 

For  a  sinful  world  to  die. 

Conscious  of  the  deed  unholy, 
Nature's  pulses  beat  more  slowly. 

And  the  sun  his  light  denied; 
Darkness  wrapped  the  sacred  city, 
And  the  earth  with  fear  and  pity 

Trembled,  when  the  Just  One  died. 

It  is  finished,  Man  of  sorrows! 
From  Thy  cross  our  nature  borrows 

Strength  to  bear  and  conquer  thus: 
While  exalted  there  we  view  Thee, 
Mighty  Sufferer,  draw  us  to  Thee, 

Sufferer  victorious! 


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Lord  Jesus!    when  we  stand  afar, 
And  gaze  upon  Thy  holy  cross, 

In  love  of  Thee,  and  scorn  of  self, 
(  Hi,   may  we  count  the  world  as  I 

When  we  behold  Thy  bleeding  wounds. 
And  the  rough  way  that  Thou  hast  trod 

Make  us  to  hate  the  load  of  sin 
That  lay  so  heavy  on  our  (iod. 

()  holy  Lord,  uplifted  high, 

With  outstretched  arms,  in  mortal  woe 
Embracing  in  Thy  wondrous  love 

The  sinful  world  that  lies  below  ; 

Give  us  an  ever-living  faith 

To  gaze  beyond  the  things  we  see; 

And  in  the  mystery  of  Thy  death 
Draw  us  and  all  men  unto  Thee. 


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HE   DIES!— THE   FRIEND  OF  SINNERS  DIES; 
LO  !  SALEM'S  DAUGHTERS  WEEP  AROUND  ; 


When  1  survey  the  wondrous  cros 
( )u  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

M\   richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

Forbid  it,  Lord!   that  I  should  boast. 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  His  body  on  the  tree  ; 

Then  I  am  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small  ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


Rock  of  Ages,  «  left  I 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thi 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

n  Thy  wounded  side  that  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure  ; 

tnse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

Not  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  the  laws  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know. 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling  ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dr< 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace  ; 
Vile,  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die! 

While  I  draw  this  Meeting  breath. 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 


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Jesus  lives!— henceforth  is  death 
But  the  gate  of  life  immortal; 

This  shall  calm  our  trembling  breath, 
When  we  pass  its  gloomy  portal. 

Jesus  lives! — for  us  He  died  ; 

Then,  alone  to  Jesus  living, 
Pure  in  heart  may  we  abide, 

('.lory  to  our  Saviour  giving. 

Jesus  lives! — our  hearts  know  well, 
Naught  from  us  His  love  shall  sever; 

Life,  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell, 
Tear  us  from  His  keeping  ever. 

Jesus  lives! — to  Him  the  throne 
Over  all  the  world  is  given: 

May  we  go  where  He  is  gone, 

Rest  and  rei<2n  with  Him  in  heaven. 


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Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day; 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say: 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and,  earth,  reply. 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won: 
Lo!  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 
Lo!  He  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell: 
Death  in  vain  forbids  His  rise. 
Christ  hath  opened  paradise. 

Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head: 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise  ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 


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Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 

Spice  she  brought  and  sweet  perfume, 
But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone. 

For  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 
Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 

Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 
Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

But  her  sorrows  quickly  Med 

When  she  heard  His  welcome  voice, 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead  ; 

Now  He  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 

What  a  change  His  word  can  make. 
Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 

Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 
He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


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Speak  to  me,  Lord,  thyself  reveal, 
While  here  on  earth  I  rove; 

Speak  to  my  heart,  and  let  me  feel 
The  kindling  of  Thy  love. 

With  Thee  conversing,  I  forget 
All  time  and  toil  and  care; 

Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
If  Thou,  my  Cod,  art  there. 

Thou  callest  me  to  seek  Thy  face  ; 

Thy  face,  O  God,  I  seek, — 
Attend  the  whispers  of  Thy  grace, 

And  hear  Thee  inly  speak. 

Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 

Till  I  Thy  glory  see, 
Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 

And  find  my  heaven  in  Thee. 


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Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 

Art  thou  sore  distrest  ? 
"Come  to  Me,"  saith  One,  "and  i  oming, 
Be  at  rest." 

Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  guide  ? 
11  In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  His  side." 

If  I  find  Him,  if  I  follow, 

\\  hat  His  guerdon  here  ? 
"  Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor, 
Many  a  tear." 

If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at  last  ? 
"Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
Jordan  past." 

If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 

Will  He  say  me  nay  ? 
"  Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away." 

Finding,  following,  keeping,  struggling, 

Is  He  sure  to  bless  ? 
Saints,  apostles,  prophets,  martyrs, 
Answer,  "Yes." 


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Lord,  I  believe  ;  Thy  power  I  own  ; 

Thy  word  I  would  obey  : 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 

When  from  Thy  truth  I  stray. 

Lord,  I  believe;  but  gloomy  fears 
Sometimes  bedim  my  sight  ; 

I  look  to  Thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

Lord,  I  believe  ;   but  oft,   I  know 
My  faith  is  cold  and  weak: 

My  weakness  strengthen,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek. 

Yes!   I  believe  ;  and  only  Thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief: 
Lord,  to  Thy  truth  my  spirit  bow  ; 

44  Help  Thou  mine  unbelief!  " 


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BLESSED  ARE  THEY   THAT  HAVE   NOT  SEEN 
AND  YET  HAVE   BELEIVED." 


Thou  knowest  my  feebleness, 
Jesus,  be  Thou  my  power, — 

My  help  and  refuge  in  distress, 
My  fortress  and  my  tower. 

Give  me  to  trust  in  Thee; 

Be  Thou  my  sure  abode  : 
My  horn,  and  rock,  and  buckler  be, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

Myself  I  cannot  save, 

Myself  I  cannot  keep; 
But  strength  in  Thee  I  surely  have, 

Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 

My  soul  to  Thee  alone, 

Now,  therefore,  I  commend: 

Lord  Jesus,  love  me  as  Thine  own 
And  love  me  to  the  end. 


"LORD,  THOU  KNOWEST  ALL  THINGS;  THOU   KNOWEST 

THAT  I  LOVE  THEE." 

"JESUS  SAITH  UNTO  HIM,  FEEP  MY  SHEEP." 


Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: — 
"Lift  uj)  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gat< 

Ye  everlasting  doors!  give  way." 

Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene: 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  His  right ; 

Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory- — who  ? 

The  Lord  who  all  our  foes  o'ercame  ; 
Who  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 

And  Jesus  is  the  conquerer's  name. 

Lo!   His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  heavenly  lay: — 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates! 

Ye  everlasting  doors!  give  way." 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ? 

The  Lord  of  boundless  power  possessed 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels,  too, 

God  over  all,  forever  blessed. 


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AND  IT  CAME  TO   PASS,  WHILE   HE   BLESSED  THEM,   HE   WAS  PARTED 
FROM  THEM  AND  CARRIED  UP  INTO  HEAVEN, 


In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  <»'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me: 
Lo!  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming, 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 

Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory. 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  : 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


&  I 


There  is  a  land  immortal, 

The  beautiful  of  lands; 
Beside  its  ancient  portal 

A  silent  sentry  stands  ; 
He  only  can  undo  it, 

And  open  wide  the  door  ; 
And  mortals  who  pass  through  it, 

Are  mortals  nevermore. 

Though  dark  and  drear  the  passage 

That  leadeth  to  the  gate, 
Yet  grace  comes  with  the  message, 

To  souls  that  watch  and  wait; 
And  at  the  time  appointed 

A  messenger  comes  down, 
And  leads  the  Lord  s  anointed 

From  cross  to  glory's  crown. 

Their  sighs  are  lost  in  singing, 

They're  blessed  in  their  tears  ; 
Their  journey  heavenward  winging, 

They  leave  on  earth  their  fears : 
Death  like  an  angel  seemeth  ; 

"We  welcome  thee,"  they  cry  ; 
Their  face  with  glory  beameth — 

'Tis  life  for  them  to  die! 


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My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

our  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray. 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 

( )h,  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  Thine! 

May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart  ; 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
V.S   Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll  ; 
Blest  Saviour!  then,  in  love. 
Fear  and  distress  remove; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul ! 


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